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Last night I stayed up obsessively perfecting the tattoo I want in my mind. This tattoo means so much and is so beautiful, just the thought of it brings tears to my eyes (no joke). So I told a local artist here about it and now I'm waiting for a response or referral. I think in a way it's breaking free emotionally for me, reminding me of who I am and what makes me strong.
Anyway, that set my mood for the day to come. I'm still hurting, but I have hope, hope for what I don't know...I'm still in love...but you know, I'm not going crazy.
Baby has had a fever due to her teeth breaking in. She's callin' for me, little sweetheart...I better go!